She was on the last leg of the triathlon. She was tired, stretching and preparing for the run. She felt him approach her from behind. He bent and whispered in her ear "You are a jaguar..."
She looked up and over her shoulder in surprise, because no one knew of her obsession with the cats. Her reply "With sad green eyes, wondering what I did to deserve this cage."
"Break free and run like you were on the hunt."
And she did. She ran, muscles taught, but not tight. She ran as if this were all she was ever meant to do. She ran without thought for the future. She ran in a wild race away from the cage. And wildness flew through her veins flexing itself in her heart, pulsing through her quads, and dancing out her toes.
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